Essence and accident
and if the rest sits fast, lands end,
beached, autumn seethes down
the door, call on hot or the cold
hot door of a room left dead, open,
hope it won't
call me in the way you used to cry
lots, speak, it does, is doing, dear,
it will be about reading, will it to writhe
in writing
will it away or over? orchards about now,
a crude ontology, in time we'll see the next seaport
and never learn to, never care to,
leave a slipped sheet or two, cease.
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